Give them the curtain the color of zest
A whole new pattern easy to digest
They´ll pay to pull it across their faces no questions asked
their brains serve as rails
Wow them with a parade
Mobile billboards that shine and sway
Glitter and confetti drizzling down
Excitement runs through the raw heart
like children opening and slamming doors in a clapboard house
Like passionfruit seeds shattering in a blender
Turn up the music
appeal to their senses
When it gets dark draw them across
Just like curtains that are certain to be tamed by a boss
prisons and asylums for those that get lost
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